

Depression: MutilationDepression hurts, The feeling of being never good enough For anyone friend, family, girlfriend, no one. Always the being the last pick,Depression: Mutilation
A girls good friend, but never her boy This makes me hollow and careless, Pain, The only emotion I know, Lies, deceit, their effects are always painful Never fine, Never whole, Never alive Emotionally dead is me The marks upon my body, Their permanence is assured They multiply almost daily now They are my secret escape. Everyone thinks there just remnants of the past but, Still they grow deeper and mor
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I think outside the pretty box, but I can't see outside the pretty box....is it even pretty?
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I cut the scars to hide the ones you left behind
It's like, ultimate snail mail...
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I think outside the pretty box, but I can't see outside the pretty box....is it even pretty?
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I cut the scars to hide the ones you left behind
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I think outside the pretty box, but I can't see outside the pretty box....is it even pretty?
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I think outside the pretty box, but I can't see outside the pretty box....is it even pretty?
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Lives vicariously through himself...
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